Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Don't Lose Your Head

"I presume I can't request to kill him, can I?" His amber eyes seemed to flare with hostility. The pale American let himself catch a few breaths of relief. Although his head was still swirling from blood loss, at least now he wasn't going to die.

Seeing as though the situation on the prince's end had stabilized, UN gestured him over. The crowd was only interested in the bloodshed, they dispersed after finding out the fight was over.

With great difficulty, the prince stood up, his legs felt like jelly, the throbbing of his head was not helping either.

The crowd shivered in horror as the prince trudged towards them with an irritated expression plastered on his face. America begrudgingly snatched his severed hand that had been thrown near the edge of the arena, right in front of their faces.

It seemed as if he was annoyed by it, yet also used to it, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Standing next to Russia with a severed hand in his grasps made him look a bit pitiful.

"Requests for killing isn't allowed, Russia."

The azure dragon placed a hand to his chin in thought, "then, can I request for all our dorm chores to be done by him for the next month?"

Until now, the dorm chores had been done by Russia, North and South. America would usually avoid it somehow by disappearing for the whole day.

"You asshole! What the hell? I'd rather be requested to die than that." The prince whined while punching his guard, using his severed hand like a bat.

UN shrugged, "that sounds more reasonable, very well then."

The hearts on the scales illuminated it's surroundings despite it being the middle of the day, like a star's radiance in the night. It swirled around into a spiral of stars, the wisps of light flowed into the prince and guard duo's chest, like the golden thread of a binding contract.

Russia didn't feel a thing, but he assumed it was to uphold the deal.

America's lips pursed into a thin line, "... I don't actually know how to do chores..." the taller male could feel the slight hint of distress in his words.

"I keep forgetting that you're still technically a pampered little prince other than being able to fight. But, you're the smartest person in the school. I'm sure you'll figure it out on your own."

Who would deny such a compliment? Not America. Even thought it was a half insult, he didn't mind being called smart. But he couldn't stop himself from grumbling in exasperation.

The rest of the team came up to them, North snaked an arm around Russia shoulder, "Russia I fucking love you, you strong motherfucker."

South Korea beamed with a cheerful smile, "집안일이 굉장하게 들리지 않습니다. (no chores sounds awesome.)"

"Shut your trap, 이것은 나에게 재미가 없다.(this isn't fun for me.)" the sudden switch in language caught the Korean twins off guard, he hadn't used Korean to speak to them in a very long time.

Contrary to his expectations, Russia didn't feel much joy when being complimented this time. Previously when America complimented him, he would feel over the moon.

Why was it any different?

"I can request a hand tailored servant outfit for you while we're at it," the Chinese man sneered in amusement, still munching on his popcorn. But before the prince could reply, the red dragon continued, "on another note, you're so ruthless Russia, what is our captain going to do now without an arm? Would we still follow him now that we're the stronger ones?"